Transcript of "Living in the heart drunvalo melchizedek"

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Livingin the HeartHow to Enter into the Sacred Space within the Heart With two chapters on the relationship between the heart and the Mer-Ka-Ba Drunvalo Melchizedek Published by Light Technology Publishing

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Dedicated to my Love, my wife Claudette When I met my wife I knew that she held a tradition of understandingthe heart that was over four thousand years old. Her teachers CatherineShainberg and Kolette of Jerusalem trained her in Images of the Heart. Kolettes lineage goes hack to the first people on Earth to write about the Mer-Ka-Ba (Merkavah in Hebrew) in this cycle. But the males of this tribe who were teaching the Mer-Ka-Ba found that their people were not readyfor direct interdimensional experience and became extremely emotionally disturbed once they interacted with other worlds directly. In order to solve this problem, the females of this tribe created a system of knowledge to pre- pare their people for the other worlds by using the female mystery of the Images of the Heart. When my wife first exposed me to these images, I could find nothingwithin me to explain what they were or how they were working upon thehuman soul. All I knew was that they worked. Over eight years of studying Claudettes work eventually led me in thedirection of the research for this book. I feel sure that without her influenceI would still be searching for the answers within the mind. And so I amindebted to her, for her Images of the Heart eventually led me to this expe-rience that I am about to share with you. Claudette, I love you and thankyou from the bottom of my heart. —Drunvalo

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If someone says to you, "In the fortified city of the imperishable, our body, there is a lotus and in this lotus a tiny space: what does it contain that one should desire to know it?" You must reply: "As vast as this space without is the tiny space within your heart: heaven and earth are found in it, fire and air, sun and moon, lightening and the constellations, whatever belongs to you here below and all that doesnt, all this is gathered in that tiny space within your heart." Chandogya Upanishad 8.1.2-3Given to me by Ron LaPlace the day after this book was finished. —Drunvalo

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Preface Since 1971, I have been intensely studying meditation and thehuman lightbody called the Mer-Ka-Ba, and my being has beenabsorbed in this ancient tradition for most of my adult life. It alwaysseemed to me to be all encompassing and the answer to my myriadquestions about life. My inner guidance taught me the sacredgeometries that led to my discovery of the lightbody, and sacredgeometry itself appeared to be complete and hold all the knowledgeand mysteries of the universe. It was truly amazing. After many years of experience within these fields of light, how-ever, it slowly became clear to me that there was more, yet for a longtime I couldnt articulate what it was. As usual, God reveals His/HerSelf in unusual and often cryptic ways. Somewhere within the innerworlds of my spaces, an esoteric jewel of immense spiritual valuethat goes beyond the Mer-Ka-Ba gradually made its way into my life.And for what reason? I can only assume that it was to be used. So these words are my gift to you, for truly I know who you areand I love you as the Earth loves the Sun. I believe in you, and Ibelieve you will use this knowledge wisely—but I am also not con-cerned that you might misuse this information, as it cannot bemisused. Drunvalo Melchizedek

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Table of ContentsIntroduction 1Chapter One—Beginning with the Mind 5 Clearing the Air with Technology 6 Clearing the Air with the Human Lightbody 16 Meeting the Inner World in the Heart 18Chapter Two—Seeing in the Darkness 23 A Blind Woman Can See 24 Chinas Psychic Children . . 29 Inge Bardor—Seeing with Hands and Feet 30 The Superpsychic Children in China 34 The International Academy of Human Development near Moscow. .. 36 Jimmy Twyman and the Superpsychic Children of Bulgaria 37Chapter Three—Learning from Indigenous Tribes 39 Aboriginal Elders Share Their Energy 40 The Power of a Maori Prayer Coming from the Heart 41 The Kogi Experience 46 The Colombian Woman 52 Becoming One with Horses 55 Taking Another Person into the Sacred Space 57Chapter Four—The Sacred Space of the Heart 61 Studying and Teaching Living in the Heart 64 The Vibration of the Heart—The Easy Way Back 66 My Personal Experience of the Sacred Space of the Heart 67 Going Home 71 What Is Time? 73 Others Sacred Spaces—Some Examples 75 What Can Stop You from Having This Experience 77

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Chapter Five—The Unity of Heaven and Earth 79 The Unity Breath 81 Going on Stage 84 It Is So Simple 85Chapter Six—Leaving the Mind and Entering the Heart 87 First Exercise—Moving around the Body 89 Second Exercise—Entering the Heart 92 Third Exercise—The Head "Om" and the Heart "Aah" 93 Two Ways into the Sacred Space of the Heart 93Chapter Seven—The Sacred Space of the Heart Meditation .97 Preparing for the Meditation 98 The Unity Breath 99 Choose Your Way into the Heart 100 Exploring the Sacred Space of the Heart for the First Time 101 Returning to the Sacred Space of the Heart 102Chapter Eight—Hie Mer-Ka-Ba and the Sacred Space of the Heart 105 Combining the Sacred Space of the Heart with the Mer-Ka-Ba . . . 107 The Angels Explain 109Chapter Nine—Conscious Cocreation from the Heart Connected to the Mind Ill Thoth Speaks 112 Creating from the Heart 113 Creating from the Mind 114 Logic versus Feelings and Emotions 116 Dream a Dream of a New World 117When We Created the World—A Poem 119For Future Reading 120

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Introduction ong, long ago we humans were quite different. We could communicate and experience in ways that only a few intodays modern world would even begin to understand. We coulduse a form of communication and sensing that does not involve thebrain whatsoever but rather comes from a sacred space within thehuman heart. In Australia the Aborigines are still connected in an ancient web oflife they call dream time. In this collective dream or state of con-sciousness they continue to exist within their hearts and live andbreathe in a world that has become almost completely lost to todaysWestern mind. Nearby, in New Zealand, the Maori can see across thevastness of space to the United States in their "meditations." In thismanner they link in actual communication with the Hopi to set upmeetings to exchange their prophesies. Without sending a single"technological" communication, the arrangements are made. InHawaii, the Kahuna commune with Mother Earth to ask for the placewhere the fish are swimming to feed their people. The billowing whiteclouds in the pristine blue sky turn into the shape of a human handthat points to the teeming fish below. In a high mountain valley deepin the Sierra Nevada mountains of Colombia, South America, lives atribe of indigenous people who know the language that has no words.This language comes from a sacred space within their hearts. If only we could remember! Before Babylon, the Holy Bible says,humankind was blessed with a single language that all peoples on

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the Earth knew. But afterwards we were split into hundreds of spo-ken languages creating barriers among us, keeping us separate fromone another, each in our own little introverted world. The mistrust born of misunderstanding was our involuntary fate; inthis fashion we were destined to be pitted against each other. Wecouldnt talk to each other. It was separation in the coldest form. Evenif they were born of the same cosmic Source, brothers and sisters wereunable to express their thoughts and feelings and soon became ene-mies. As the centuries piled upon each other, the ancient way ofentering the heart to experience the common dream got lost in theisolation of the human mind. This is a book of remembering. You have always had this placewithin your heart, and it is still there now. It existed before creation,and it will exist even after the last star shines its brilliant light. Atnight when you enter your dreams, you leave your mind and enteryour sacred space of your heart. But do you remember? Or do youonly remember the dream? Why am I telling you about this "something" that is fading fromour memories? What good would it do to find this place again in aworld where the greatest religion is science and the logic of the mind?Dont 1 know that this is a world where emotions and feelings aresecond-class citizens? Yes, 1 do. But my teachers have asked me to remind you who youreally are. You are more than just a human being, much more. Forwithin your heart is a place, a sacred place where me world can literallybe remade through conscious cocreation. If you really want peace ofspirit and if you want to return home, I invite you into the beauty ofyour own heart. With your permission I will show you what has beenshown to me. I will give you the exact instructions to the pathwayinto your heart, where you and God are intimately one. It is your choice. But I must warn you: Within this experienceresides great responsibility. Life knows when a spirit is bom to thehigher worlds, and life will use you as all the great masters who have

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ever lived have been used. If you read this book and do the medita-tion and then expect nothing to change in your life, you may getcaught spiritually napping. Once you have entered the "Light of theGreat Darkness," your life will change—eventually, you will remem-ber who you really are; eventually, your life will become a life of serv-ice to humanity. In the last two chapters reside a surprise and a glimpse of greathope. The human lightbody that surrounds the body for about fifty-five to sixty feet in diameter, the Mer-Ka-Ba (which I wrote about inmy first two books, The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life volumes Iand II), has a secret inherently connected to this sacred space of theheart. If you are practicing the Mer-Ka-Ba meditation in your life, Ibelieve you will find the information in this book to be paramount toyour journey of ascension into the higher worlds of light. If you areonly interested in the sacred space of the heart, may these words bea blessing in your life and help you remember your true nature. One last comment. This book is written with the least amount ofwords possible to convey the meaning and to keep the integrity ofthe essence of this experience. The images are purposefully simple.It is written from the heart, not the mind.

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Chapter OneBeginning withthe MindClearing the Air with TechnologyClearing the Air with the Human LightbodyMeeting the Inner World in the Heart

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lmost at random I chose a seemingly arbitrary point in my life to begin my story: not while I was in meditationof the higher worlds of sacred geometry or the Mer-Ka-Ba, but in asimple everyday scene where I made a decision to help the Earthheal her environment using technology of the mind. I feel we allhave this responsibility, and if I was going to talk about it as 1 did insome of my public lectures, I had to live it. So I opened myself to allthe possibilities that might come my way of how I could personallyhelp heal the environmental conditions on our dear Earth. But so that you understand—it is not the subject of cleaning theenvironment itself that is the reason why I am telling you this story. Itis what happened to me and how my life changed while I was exper-imenting with an environmental machine called the R-2 that began toopen my spirit to a new and different manner of experiencing life. Little did 1 know at the time that these technological experimentswould lead beyond my mind into uncharted parts of my conscious-ness and deep into a secret place within my heart. Clearing the Air with Technology The story begins in May of 1996, when an old friend called me upand asked if I was interested in helping on an air pollution clearingproject he was involved with in Denver, Colorado. Ill keep his namequiet since I believe he would want me to; Ill just call him Jon. Thisman was a renegade scientist studying all aspects of life and the phys-ical world in a small but sophisticated home lab. I doubt his IQ could even be measured, as he was clearly a mas-ter genius. He had created a new way to "see" into the reality usingmicrowave emissions, which gave him a tremendous advantage insearching for answers in our world. Even our government, knowinghis work, was not able to duplicate it until just recently. Jon said that he and his associates, one of whom was SlimSpurling with his incredible coils, had found out something about

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nature that could heal some of the environmental problems of theplanet, and he wanted me to see what it was. He said that they hadcleared up the air pollution in Denver and that the air was now pris-tine. He asked me to come and see for myself. I could hardly believe this, since I used to live in Boulder,Colorado, just a few miles from Denver, which had at that time, inthe late 70s, the worst air quality in America—worse than LosAngeles even. It was one of the reasons Id left Boulder in the firstplace. Actually, I thought Jon might be exaggerating, but knowinghis intellect and genius, pretty much anything was possible. So I fig-ured, why not? I needed to get away anyhow, and this looked likesomething that at the very least would be interesting. I decided to go with an open mind, with no expectations. Evenif what he said wasnt true, this trip would bring me close to thesnowcapped mountains of the Rockies, which always made me feelmore alive. A week later I stepped off the plane in Denver into a virginalatmosphere the likes of which I had rarely seen in my life. It wasmore like there was no atmosphere. I could see the trees on themountains in the far distance, twenty miles away. 1 just stood there like a lost tourist in a strange land, gawking at acleanliness I never saw in the five years I lived there. To say my inter-est was piqued is putting it mildly; I was stoked. Could Jon reallyhave done this? An airport taxi crawled up next to me, the driver exuding a soft,relaxed state of mind. He motioned for me to get in the front seat asthough I was his old friend, and within minutes we were silently glid-ing toward Slim Spurlings home and research lab, a place I had neverseen before but had heard great stories about. I remember looking into the taxi drivers eyes, and he seemed tobe completely stress-free, an unusual quality for a taxi driver. I asked

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him how he liked his job. Looking at the road ahead, he said that heloved what he did. To him, people were like open books telling himstories of their experiences as they traveled around the world. On this note he asked me why I was in Denver. 1 told him 1 wasthere to find an answer to the worlds pollution problems. He lookedat me, this time with a childlike innocence, and said, "Its all gonenow. Look, no air pollution." 1 told him 1 could see that the air wasamazingly clean. "More than that," he said. "Everyone I know feelsso good! Do you know what happened?" I didnt have an answer to his question, and soon we pulled up toa series of old two-story apartment buildings on the long street thateventually ends at the Colorado School of Mines in Golden, Colorado.Here I was to meet Slim Spurling, one of the researchers compiling theexperimental information on a new pollution reduction instrumentcalled the R-2. This was a magical invention that somehow captured the wave-form of a rain cloud just as it was about to lighten and sent it over athirty-five mile area, breaking hydrocarbons down into harmless mol-ecules, oxygen and water vapor. Was it really true? It definitely feltlike it from breathing the air on Slims street. I knocked and heard Slim yell for me to come on in, and so I did.His house was definitely a laboratory and not a place to live, sleepand eat. It soon became clear that his place to live was upstairs, sep-arate from his researching world. Strange copper coils of various sizes were sitting around the floor,and there were other things that only God and Slim knew what theywere. To this man, who looked like a cross between Merlin with hislong, white beard and an old cowboy searching for a lost cow to herdhome, these "old coils" were actually doing something to help cleanup Denvers air pollution. Jon was not there on the first day but Slim, his co-inventor, andtwo other researchers who were testing the equipment were. Soonthe two left for the day and I was alone with Slim and could begin to

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understand this man, who was another genius as it rapidly becameapparent. I stayed with Slim and his colleagues for a few days learn-ing what they felt they could share with me. Here is how an R-2 works—actually, there is much more to it, butthe following is an approximation: The waveform a rain cloud emitsjust as it is about to discharge lightning is duplicated in a specialmachine (this is not the R-2). It is then put on a computer chip inthe R-2, whose speaker system sends it into the atmosphere throughan embedded coil called a harmonizer. The waveform then growsand expands into the shape of a toroidal held (like a donut), affect-ing the gravity waves to clean up the pollution from a distance. TheR-2 has four dials attached to the end of threaded metal rods, form-ing a tetrahedron. The dials can be turned to tune the toroidal heldso that it "becomes alive." Jon and Slim both considered the toroidal energy fields to be "alive"(and so would I after I witnessed how it interacted with nature). I triedto keep an open mind since much of this was new to me at the time. First I learned how to tune an R-2 by a feeling in my third eye asI turned the four dials on the unit. Really, it was very easy; as Id hadso much experience in the psychic field, doing this seemed com-pletely natural to me. (Later I realized that only a few could do thisright, but almost any sensitive can be trained.)

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I continued my training until the day came when Slim and Jon feltthat 1 was ready to test my skills. 1 was to tune an R-2 in nature andbring a small area of Denver that had gone "out of tuning" back intobalance. (If an R-2 goes out of tune, the area it is working on will goback to its original polluted state very quickly, usually within twoweeks). At this point, I could hardly believe that any area of Denvercould be dirty, but both of them said it was true. We drove for about twenty miles into the southeastern part ofDenver, an area 1 was not familiar with, and then to the far outer edgeof the city; parked the car just off the freeway; and began to walk upthe side of a sloping hill to the ridgeline. As we climbed the hill, asmall forest emerged toward the top. Ill never forget what I saw as I reached the top of this hill and lookeddown into the low, wide valley on the other side. The entire valley wasfilled with a reddish-brown cloud of pure pollution stretching for severalmiles. Underneath a small aspen tree, hidden from view to anyone justcasually walking by, was an operating R-2 unit quiedy singing its melodyof a rain cloud. The problem was that it was out of tune. Jon and Slim told me to sit down in front of the R-2, and theywould see if I had learned my lessons. Filled with intense interestand a childlike sense of wonder, I sat down, crossed-legged, in frontof the unit and closed my eyes, beginning the meditation and sens-ing what would tune the unit. Just as I started to turn the dials, Jon stopped me and said, "Keepyour eyes open and watch the pollution cloud." This was not how Ihad been trained, but I obeyed, watched the cloud and once morestarted to adjust the dials. Jon stopped me again and said, "Also lis-ten to the birds." I turned to him and said, "What?" No one had mentioned birdsto me during my entire training. He repeated, "Just listen to the birds. Youll understand." 1 had no idea what he was talking about, but I began anyway. AsI turned the first dial, I felt the area change for miles around, but

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nothing happened in the visible world. Once I had adjusted thefourth dial, however, two things happened simultaneously—andboth surprised and shocked me. Instantly, the reddish-brown cloud of pollution disappeared, leav-ing a clean, clear atmosphere. It was just like a miracle. And at thesame moment the cloud disappeared, about a hundred birds beganto wildly chirp and sing all around me. I hadnt known they wereeven there! The two events together had the oddest effect on mepsychically. Id seen and felt the power of the R-2, and in that instantI knew for certain that this new science was real and that I simply hadto learn more by direct experience. During this time, especially in 1995 and early 1996, Denvers airbecame extremely clean while the R-2 was running, but the citysEPA took full credit for this phenomenon. The agency said that themeasures it took were the reasons Denvers air became so clean.However, I watched as the R-2 instantly cleaned large areas of Denverright before my eyes, so I realized that Denvers EPA was simply tak-ing credit for something it had almost nothing to do with. Further, Jon and Slim had the R-2 tested by an independent labin Fort Collins, Colorado, which proved beyond a doubt that theR-2 was doing exactly what they claimed it was. The testers had theunit run for a period of time and then they shut it off. They scien-tifically recorded that the pollution dropped while the R-2 was run-ning and then rose when it was shut off. They did this over andover for a period of, as I remember, about three months. Also, theUnited States Air Force from Kirkland Air Force Base was watchingthis experiment as well as the one that I began in Phoenix, which Iwill speak about soon, and asked if we would submit ourselvesand our equipment to their scientific scrutiny. We agreed, andthose tests proved conclusively that the R-2 really did clean airpollution. When we returned to the lab, Jon and Slim sat me down andoffered me my very own R-2 to take home to Arizona to experiment

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with. I have to admit, I felt like a child who had just been given along awaited toy. I patiently waited to be home, by myself, to beginexploring this unbelievable machine further. I arrived home to the Arizona Republic headlines of May 30,1996,describing the horrific air pollution problem that had developed inPhoenix. The governor of Arizona, Fife Symington, was saying thatthe pollution in Phoenix was so bad that the citys classification wasabout to be upgraded to "serious." Alerts were issued every few daysand the situation was growing worse each day. In response Governor Symington had set up an "Ozone StrategiesTask Force," which was headed by attorney Roger Ferland. In refer-ence to finding a solution to the pollution problem, Mr. Ferland saidin the Arizona Republic article, "1 mean everything. There is nothingwe wont consider, no matter how radical or wacky or tough orexpensive. We will consider everything." Mr. Ferland said that they absolutely had to clean up Phoenix; theair pollution was going to destroy die tourist trade and affect almostevery business in addition to all the health problems this would cause. And so 1 wrote a letter to Mr. Ferland asking for help in setting upthe R-2 unit in Phoenix. Since we had scientific evidence that thisworked, both from an independent lab and from the United StatesAir Force, and since we were not asking for financial help, I assumedthey would listen to us. Boy, was 1 wrong! In this letter 1 simplyasked die City of Phoenix to give us a chance to show them that wecould do it. We would pay for all costs, and all they had to do wasto acknowledge our presence and monitor what we were doing. 1 received a phone call from the City by a man named Joe Gibbs,who told me that they were not interested in our R-2 and they wouldnot help in any way whatsoever. You must understand how baffled Iwas about this response. It was then that I began to realize that thenewspaper article was only for show and politics and that they had

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no intention of actually cleaning up the air pollution in Phoenix.They turned me down on every level. Fortunately, nobody could stop me from researching, becauseme R-2 simply runs on a nine-volt battery and uses millivolts tooperate, and federal law says that anything that uses less than onevolt is unregulated. So on my own, on June 4, 1996,I turned on the first R-2 in CaveCreek, at the northern edge of Scottsdale. The air was so dirty anddry on that day that it was really hard to breathe. It had not rainedfor months and months, and even some cacti were dying. For thefirst three days, nothing happened. Then, on the fourth day, a small,black rain cloud appeared over my house. In all of southern Arizonathere was not one cloud, except for this one over my home and thelittle R-2 unit. Then the cloud began to expand and grow in size. By the tenth day, the little cloud had grown to about fifteen milesin diameter, and for the first time in a very long while, it began to rainand there was lightning. And man, was there lightning—like I hadonly seen once or twice before in my life. The storm continued forhours on end, with flashes of lightning moving sideways across thesky. The air had the sensuous smell of ozone. And slowly the skyopened up for a downpour of water. From that moment forth, it con-tinued to rain almost every day, cleaning the sky of pollution and fill-ing the rivers and lakes with fresh water. By September 1, 1996, the waveform field created by the R-2 wasestablished, and from that day forth there were no more air pollutionalerts—not a single one until the U.S. Air Force asked us to shutdown the R-2 to see what would happen. We shut off the machine on May 12, 1998, and already by theend of the month the air pollution had returned and the City had itsfirst alert since 1996. During the time of this test (actually, wedplaced a second R-2 in the City of Phoenix itself in March of 1997,and that is when it began to show results), the hydrocarbon meas-urements in the City of Phoenix stayed almost always in the single

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digits. Sometimes, in the middle of downtown Phoenix, the hydro-carbons were measured at zero. There was absolutely nothing, nohydrocarbon pollution. Unfortunately, the R-2 didnt stop thenitrates, which are the cause of ozone pollution, but it really helpedwith the hydrocarbons. Its all a matter of public record. By the end of this test, I knew for certain that the R-2 was a suc-cess, but the U.S. Air Force, who had been monitoring my actions,entered the picture and asked me to shut down the operation. Theywanted to see what would happen and at the same time informed methat the U.S. EPA would never allow what I was doing; they sug-gested that I go outside of the United States. And so, with the bless-ings of the U.S. Air Force, I began to experiment in foreign lands. From June of 1996 to May of 1998 I had performed work with theR-2 and achieved amazing results, none of which the City of Phoenixwould recognize. Finally, I sent another letter to the City of Phoenix: May 7, 1998 . City of Phoenix Attn: Mayor Skip Rimsza 200 W. Washington Phoenix, Arizona 85003 Dear Mayor Rimsza: In May of 1996 an article was written by the Arizona Republic describing how bad the air pollution in Phoenix was and how the future of Phoenix was jeopardized by this problem. In the article, it said that Gov. Fife Symington had set up an Ozone Strategies Task Force which was headed by Attorney Roger Ferland. This article is enclosed. Mr. Ferland said, in referring to the pollution problem, "I mean everything. There is nothing we wont consider, no matter how radical or wacky or tough or expensive. We will consider everything." At that point I talked with Mr. Joe Gibbs who is on the Ozone Strategies Task Force about the air pollution system that we had been using in Denver, Colorado during 1995. As it turns out, Denver, during the time while we were using our system, had the cleanest year on record ever. Mr. Gibbs told us that he was not interested in our system, but that because it used less than one watt of energy, there were no laws to stop us from conducting a test if we wanted to. We told Mr. Gibbs that we would do this test entirely at our expense. He still said no. We asked him if he would at least monitor what we were doing, and he refused. I feel he really was not helpful at all. I experienced a very different attitude from Mr. Gibbs than what Mr. Ferland had expressed in the above-mentioned

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article. Months later when we tried to give him the independent scientific testing from Fort Collins, Colorado, that proved that our equipment worked, he was too busy. Even when the Air Force, who has also been working with us, called to talk to Mr. Gibbs, he still was not interested. On June 4th, 1996 we set up a minimal system in Cave Creek which has a range of about 35 miles. It takes three days for the system to turn on, and then about three months for it to become stable. We were fully operational by September 1, 1996. A city like Phoenix should have at least ten units running, but we could not afford to do that. Running one unit is like having a beautiful new car with only 25 horsepower, but it was better than nothing. Prior to Sept 1, 1996, Phoenix was having an unusually high num- ber of alert days and was about to go into a "Serious" rating by the EPA. But after Sept 1, 1996 I believe we have not had a single alert day. And the pollution has been dropping steadily. In March 1997 another unit was installed near the airport. This gave a much stronger system and affected deeper into Phoenix. KirklandAir Force Base in New Mexico has been interested in what we are doing for some time. They have run tests on some of our equipment, and if you are interested in what they think, you can call it. Col. Pam Burr at 505—/ . The reason we are writing this letter is to inform you that we are dis- mantling our system as of May 12, 1998. We have been letting the sys- tem go out of tune for three weeks now. Over the next 90 to 120 days or so, air pollution could return to the way it was prior to June of 1996. Judging by the way the City of Phoenix has responded to this science so far, we do not expect further communication. However, if you find that perhaps we can help you keep our city clean of pollution, please give us a call. Caring for the Earth, Dru Melchizedek General Manager cc: it. Col. Pam Burr Arizona Republic QED Research, llc Gov. Jane Hull During this testing period, I slowly began to understand what wasactually happening and how human consciousness was interactingwith the R-2 field. I discovered that the R-2 was physically created inthe image of the human lightbody, or the Mer-Ka-Ba. Therefore itshould be possible for a person who knows the Mer-Ka-Ba medita-tion and also knows the vibration of the "rain cloud" to combinethese two components and then duplicate the action of the R-2 usingonly pure consciousness without the help of a machine.

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I thought about this for hours on end. And one day I foundmyself in Australia teaching about the Mer-Ka-Ba when one of thestudents said, "Well, if the R-2 can change the atmosphere over anarea, why cant a person who knows the Mer-Ka-Ba do it himself?"My very thoughts . . . Clearing the Air with the Human Lightbody There had been a terrible drought in the northern part of the EastCoast of Australia. 1 dont remember the exact timing, but it musthave been in 97 or 98. Forest fires were everywhere, with no sign ofa letup, and the air hung heavy with the fumes from the raging fires.It was so incredibly dry! So with this student and about three other people witnessing, 1began the meditation of the Mer-Ka-Ba and sent the sound of thewaveform of a rain cloud through my Mer-Ka-Ba into the surround-ing atmosphere for miles around. Nothing happened that afternoon, but the following morning wewoke up to the sound of rain pounding on the metal roof of ourcabin and the sky was filled with mist and high clouds. 1 jumped upand ran to the window to watch the fierce rain coming down like awaterfall around this little home. The excitement in my heart mademe feel like a kid. 1 knew it had worked, but at the same time it was only once—andonce could simply be a coincidence. The rain continued for three daysand hadnt stopped when 1 had to return to America. Later, when Iwas back home, I received a call from my friend in Australia who saidthat after two weeks it was still raining hard. He said that ail the forestfires were out and the government declared that the drought was over. My interest was piqued. Was it really true? Could an ordinaryhuman being change the weather through meditation? A couple ofmonths later, 1 found myself in Mexico City teaching a group about theMer-Ka-Ba, when 1 told the story of the rain in Australia. One of thelisteners said, "Well, if you can do it in Australia, will you do it here in

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Beginning with the Mind •••17Mexico City? Our air is so polluted that we can hardly breathe." I have to admit, 1 have been all over the world, and 1 have never seena place where the air was as polluted as it was in this city. I could seeno farther than two city blocks before the buildings disappeared. In fact. 1 could not even see the sky in the middle of the day. It looked like I was living inside a brown dome, and each breath smelled like 1 wasstanding behind a diesel truck. This would definitely be a good test. Accompanied by over forty witnesses, I went to the middle of the city, to an ancient pyramid that was located next to several freeways.We climbed to the top where we could see the city in all directions,but only for a short distance because of the thick pollution. We sat down in a circle, facing one another on a large, flat, grassy area that was on the top of the pyramid. Everybody knew what 1 wasabout to do: begin a meditation using my natural Mer-Ka-Ba field as an antenna to send out the vibration of the waveform of a rain cloudjust as it was about to send lightning from its belly. 1 set my watch,as others did, and began meditating. Fifteen minutes into my meditation, a blue hole opened in thesky, directly above my head. Everyone looked up and pointed. Thehole began to grow—and grow it did! After about another fifteenminutes, it had expanded to about two to three miles in diameter Itcreated a perfectly round hole in the polluted air above the city thatlooked like someone had used a cookie cutter and chopped out apiece of the pollution from above and just thrown it away.

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A "wall" of brown cloud was left in all directions around us, butwhere we were, in the middle, the air was clean and clear. It srnelledlike roses, and a beautiful pink cloud formed in the sky above ourheads. It was impressive. For three hours and fifteen minutes, as we recorded it, the wall didnot move. The government sent helicopters over the hole to see why itwas there, but I never heard what they thought of it. And then, at theend of this time, 1 told the group that I was going to stop the medita-tion and to watch what would happen. Immediately after 1 stopped themeditation, the wall of air pollution began to race toward our group.Within fifteen minutes, it had reached us, enclosing us once again inthe terrible stench of Mexico Citys exhaust fumes. Once more we wereinside a dome of pollution that hid the city from our view 1 remember how I felt in my heart as 1 was flying back to the UnitedStates. 1 knew beyond any doubt that human consciousness was theanswer to all of our problems. I could hardly contain my excitementduring the long flight home. After this I performed the same feat again,twice in England and twice in Holland. It worked perfectly each time,and each time in front of an audience of at least fifty people or more.The second time in England changed my life dramatically. Meeting the Inner World in the Heart I dont remember exactly where I was in England, but we were ata moor where the Sun had not shone for over six months. The entirelandscape was drenched in an everlasting fog that made everythingwet and soggy. I was teaching about fifty-five people about the Mer-Ka-Ba, and on the last day of a four-day workshop, I suggested we trythe meditation to clear air pollution—but there was no pollutionhere, only fog. My inner guidance said, "Dont be concerned. Dothe meditation and watch what happens."

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It wasnt easy to convince this English group to go outside into the fog and rain and set up a meditation circle on a wet, grassy field, but they finally agreed. I think they thought I was a little crazy, but somehow they believed me. They all brought out their umbrellas and sheets of black plastic to sit upon. So here we were, fifty-six people including myself, sittingin a circle in the fog and rain, holding up umbrellas to ward off the elements, looking like fools. In silence, I began to do the meditation, fully expecting some- thing to happen but not knowing what. After fifteen minutes, a blue hole formed above our heads and began to expand just like it had done in Mexico City. Only this time it expanded much faster and far- ther, continuing until it was about eight miles in diameter. We were now under a clear, blue sky with the afternoon Sun behind the fog wall that stood like a half-mile-high fence around us in a circle. And then it happened. A feeling came over everyone in the circle as we all could sensethe presence of God. It caused goose bumps on my arms. Welooked up into the heavens, and there was the full Moon shiningbrightly overhead. Only it was different. The sky was so clear that,again, it looked like there was no atmosphere whatsoever. Aroundthe Moon was something else I had never seen but had heard about

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before: stars . . . stars around the Moon, in the middle of the day! Itwas awesome. Suddenly, my attention was directed toward the Earth, and 1 real-ized that there were small animals—squirrels, rodents, dogs—allaround us, watching. Lots and lots of birds were perched in thenearby trees, singing softly. 1 looked at the people in the circle, andit was obvious that they were in a state of altered consciousness. Ismiled, thinking of St. Francis, and watched the animals all attempt-ing to get as close as they could to us humble human beings. I remember a thought popping into my head: "1 wish we were inthe sunshine; its a little cold." Immediately the entire circle was litup. I quickly turned toward the source of the light and saw a smallmiracle in progress. The wall of fog had hidden the Sun, but themoment my desire for warmth surfaced, a hole formed in the fogbank exactly where the Sun was, letting in a ray like a flashlight on afoggy night. And the hole kept pace with the Sun for an hour and ahalf. Our tiny circle was bathed in the brilliant light as we prayed. Finally I decided that we had seen enough, and the Sun was goingto go down in about twenty minutes anyway. So 1 told everyone that1 was going to stop the meditation. And when 1 did, the circle ofdense fog immediately raced back to where we were. Within min-utes, we were enclosed again in the moors mist and rain. And as we stood up, a true miracle by anyones standards tookplace. A man had come to the workshop with his wife, and he hadbeen in a wheelchair for over ten years. He could stand up, but onlyfor a few seconds, enough time to change position or transfer toanother chair, and his wife had helped him all this time. Wheneveryone began leaving the circle, this man stood up from his wheel-chair and began to walk back to the lodge with the group, leaving thewheelchair behind! He was walking! It was impossible! He was a lit-tle wobbly, but he was walking. His wife was practically speechless from the experience, but shetold me later that not only was he walking, but his spine had also

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straightened out and he was about six inches taller than he had beenbefore. Joy flooded our hearts and overpowered what had just hap-pened in the field. As a healer, 1 have seen miracles many times in my life, but oftenme malady returns the next day. However, the next morning theman walked into the room for breakfast with his wife beaming at hisside. Further, 1 knew a lady who was their friend, and each year shewould call me and give me an update on him. After five years, he wasstill walking normally. Here is a case of a man who saw the true nature of reality as aresult of the experience in this English field. I believe that he realizedthat everything is just light and that the world is created from withinthe human soul; he knew beyond a doubt that he could heal his dis-ease with his own consciousness, and he did. This experience in England changed my life too, and it took a turntoward an as yet unknown awakening. 1 began to realize that withinthe human soul was "something" far greater than anything science orthe logical mind had ever considered. The outer world is created byan inner world that I somehow knew was in the human heart—ofthis 1 was certain. 1 knew this "something" was in the human heart because as I satin my Mer-Ka-Ba field sending out the vibration of a rain cloud, 1could feel the location of the source of the vibration—and it was inmy heart; it was achieved by and through the love that I had forMother Earth. Slowly 1 was being prepared for a new understandingof my relationship to life.

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Chapter TwoSeeing in the DarknessA Blind Woman Can SeeChinas Psychic ChildrenInge Bardor—Seeing with Hands and FeetThe Superpsychic Children in ChinaThe International Academy of Human Development nearMoscowJimmy Twyman and the Superpsychic Children of Bulgaria

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A Blind Woman Can See few years ago, I was friends with Pete Carroll who at that time was the head coach for the New York Jets. He kepttelling me that I really needed to meet this woman he knew who wasvery unusual, who he felt had something to share that 1 would findimportant. 1 was so busy that I put him off for several months. Thenone day he asked if he could give her my phone number and have hercall me. 1 agreed, and that is how 1 met Mary Ann Schinfield, an out-standingly unusual woman. (1 mentioned her briefly in the first vol-ume of The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life.) Mary Ann was completely blind and technically had no eyes,could see absolutely nothing. However, she was able to perform nor-mal everyday tasks—she could even read a book and watch televi-sion without any outside assistance. NASA scientists performed extensive tests to determine how shewas able to "see." They asked her what she was seeing inside herhead while she was sitting in a room, and she—as she related to melater—told them that she was moving through space and was con-tinuously watching what was going on in the solar system. Evenmore interesting was that she said she was restricted to this solar sys-tem and couldnt leave. Of course, NASA didnt believe that she was "moving throughspace," and so they made up a test to see whether she was tellingthe truth. They asked her to move alongside one of their satellitesand give them some kind of a reading from it, a serial number orsomething. Im not sure what it was, but she did it precisely, andfrom that moment on, Mary Ann belonged to NASA. They havenever let her go and continue to use her for their own purposes. Idont think 1 would have played this game with them, but she did. At any rate, one day she called me, and we began a weekly con-versation which we kept up for about four months. I found her to beincredibly interesting in her approach to the nature of the reality welive in, which she perceived as a series of images that originated from

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within her mind. Never did she think of this reality as "real" in theway most of us do. We talked on the phone every weekend aboutalmost every subject one can think of, always from the point of viewof her "images." One day, after about two months, Mary Ann asked me if 1 wouldlike to "see" through her eyes. 1 didnt hesitate and asked her whatI should do. She said, "Simply lie down on the bed and make dieroom as dark as possible." My wife, Claudette, had been listening in on our conversation, soshe lowered die blinds and turned off the lights. It was late at night,at the time of the New Moon, so it was extraordinarily dark anyway.When Claudette was done, I couldnt see my hand in front of my face. Then Mary Ann told me to get a pillow and prop up the tele-phone receiver so that my hands were free. I did as she asked. I wasnow in a completely dark space with my eyes closed, waiting forsomething to happen. I remember feeling almost jittery with antici-pation, for I knew that I was going to experience something new. After about a minute, she asked me if 1 saw anything. But therewas nothing; it was simply dark like it usually is when I close myeyes. After perhaps another five minutes, she asked again, and therestill was nothing. But shortly thereafter, as if a light switch had beenturned on, an image appeared all of a sudden in my inner vision. Itwas that of a television screen, and it was so real that I could hardlybelieve it. It was there, and my inner eyes kept scanning this inner TV, forthis was something I had never seen before in my whole life. MaryAnn somehow knew I was plugged into her vision, and sheremarked, "You can see now, cant you?" All I could respond withwas, "Yeah, what is this?" "Its just another way of seeing. Do you seethe little screens around the big one?" In the center I saw a big screen that appeared to be about four-teen inches away from my eyes. Lots of little screens were lined upalong its perimeter, perhaps seven little screens along the top and

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bottom and six along each side. The little screens had very rapidlymoving images in them, each one providing information about thecentral screen. Mary Ann asked me to look at the top right-hand screen and to lookonly at that one. I did as she asked. This screen showed images of liv-ing beings mixed in with geometric shapes. In other words, I wouldsee, say, a dog followed by a tree and a cube and then the dog with aflower and then an octahedron or some kind of geometric image. Itcontinued in this way, at such speeds that my mind could just barelymake out the images. Mary Ann told me that this little screen showed her what was inthe immediate proximity of her physical body—it let her "see" eventhough she was blind. Amazing! Mary Ann then invited me to look at the little screen at the bot-tom left. Again, there were very fast moving images, but they wererather strange. They showed people who didnt look human, andsometimes even dolphins appeared on the screen. Mary Ann saidthat this was her communication system with her "brothersand sisters" from space and other dimensions. What she meantwas ETs!

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Before I could think about what I had seen, she asked me tolook at the central screen and tell her what 1 saw. I found myselfl.roking out a window—it was perfectly real, not at all like lookingat a TV monitor—and I saw deep space and thousands and thou-sands of stars everywhere. Never before had I seen the stars likethis, and I could "feel" the extreme depth of space in my body. Itwas exciting, exhilarating. At that moment, NASA scientists were working with Mary Ann.They had her tracking the twenty-one fragments of cometShoemaker-Levy 9 that were about to crash into Jupiter. This wasback in 1994. The comet fragments were moving behind the Sunat that moment and were about to have a final meeting with theirdramatic destiny in astronomical history, by crashing into the sur-face of Jupiter. Mary Ann said to me, "Drunvalo, we are about to turn to theright. You will feel it in your body, but dont be concerned."Instantly, I began to feel like I was turning my body, but of course, Iwas still lying on my bed. The view within the screen began tochange, as if I were in a space capsule that was rotating clockwise. And there, directly in front of me, was one of the comet fragmentsthat the whole world was watching from afar. I dont think we weremore than forty feet from this glowing fireball of dust and ice. It wasextremely bright and seemed to be standing still. I just stared at this"thing" like I was watching a movie. Finally, Mary Ann began to speak. "Im working for NASA at themoment. They want me to answer some of their questions aboutthese comet fragments, but right now I wanted you to see how I see.What do you think?" Immediately my focus went to another level of this experience. Irealized that Mary Ann and I were seeing in the same manner allhumans do: We were looking forward, but we couldnt see behind usunless we turned. From past experiences with other life forms I knewthat sometimes ETs could see spherically, in all directions at once.

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"Mary Ann, what is behind you? Not in the reality you are mon-itoring, but in the higher reality?" She didnt know. "You know, Ihave never looked. Ive never thought about it." I asked her if itwould be all right for me to look and see, and she had no objections.She gave me permission, and so I told her to remain stationary as Ilooked back. I turned around to look at what was behind her, and what I sawshocked me so much that even now, after all this time, I feel strangeas I relate my experience. Mary Ann had a consciousness that wasnot human; behind her was the fourth dimension and in front of herwas the third dimension. She had a consciousness that was inter-facing with both of these dimensions. Until then I hadnt known thiswas possible. To describe this experience would be almost impossible unlessone has had the experience of the fourth dimension. But all I can sayis that the backside of her consciousness was utterly unique. Herewas a woman who was unusual in more ways than just being a blindperson who could "see." She definitely was not from Earth, thatmuch was clear I felt sure that if someone were to take a sample ofher DNA, anomalies would surface that would point to her originsoutside of Earths biological history. I continued to talk with Mary Ann for about another two months.After I had experienced the screens, she wanted to talk only inimages and symbols, which she asked me to write down. Just likethe small screen at the top right of the central screen, her communi-cations were images of living beings mixed with images of geometricshapes. Somehow I always knew what she was saying, even thoughmy conscious mind was having trouble understanding. Then one day it seemed our relationship was complete and weboth said goodbye. I remember thinking that this experience didntfit into anything I knew, and so I filed it away in what I call my "weirdfile," waiting for more information to allow newly gained knowledgeto connect with other information. But truly, 1 didnt have any expec-

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cations at all. 1 just added this experience to all the other stuff in myweird file and went on with my life. Chinas Psychic Children 1 realize that I talked about this in the Flower of Life books, but 1feel it is important to relate this again for those who did not readthem. Back in January 1985, 1 found an Omni Magazine articlespeaking about superpsychic children in China who had extraordi-nary abilities. Since the article was in Omni, 1 listened to what theyhad to say. Apparently, the Chinese government had requested that Omnireporters come and study some of Chinas psychic children. Chinawas claiming that these children could see with different parts oftheir bodies while their eyes are sealed off from light; that they couldsee with their ears, the tips of their noses, their mouths and some-times with their tongues, hair, armpits, hands and feet. In 1974 China had found the first young boy who could "see"with his ears. When the boys eyes were tightly covered, he couldstill "see" by turning his ears toward what he wanted to see. Thenslowly they began to find other children, mostly under fourteen yearsold, who could see with various parts of their bodies. This obviously intrigued the editors at Omni, and in 1984 they senta research team to China to study these children. The Chinese govem-ment gave the team a group of them to test. The Omni article empha-sized that the tests were conducted very carefully so as not to be fooledand as if the government was secredy watching their every move. One of the tests the Omni group performed was to take a highstack of books and select one of them at random. Then, again atrandom, someone would tear out a page and immediately crumple itup into a tight ball before anyone else could see or read it. Thiscrumpled-up page was placed under the armpit of one of the chil-dren, also selected at random. Over and over again, the Chinesechildren could read every word on such pages perfectly! How was

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this possible? The Omni group had no idea. All they could say aftertesting the children in many ways was that the phenomenon defi-nitely appeared to be real and not sleight of hand. Inge Bardor—Seeing with Hands and Feet In the second volume of The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life, Irelated how Inge Bardor demonstrated her ability to see with herhands and feet during a lecture 1 held in Denver, Colorado, in 1999. 1 had met Inge during a class on the Mer-Ka-Ba meditation I wasteaching in Mexico. It was a four-day workshop, and on the third dayI found myself talking about the Chinese children who could seewith different parts of their bodies. Suddenly, a young, eighteen-year-old girl stood up and said,"Drunvalo, I can do that. I can see with my hands and feet when Iam completely blindfolded. Would you like me to show you?" Thiswas completely unexpected, but of course I wanted her to show meand this group of about a hundred people. So Inge, all dressed in white and very beautiful, walked up to thearea where I was teaching. She immediately asked if there were anyskeptics in the group who didnt believe that she could see when hereyes were completely covered. Two young men stood up. Inge asked them to come on stage with her and told them to foldup two tissues and place them over their eyes in a certain way. Thenshe wrapped long scarves around their heads to completely seal outany light, and both confirmed that it was 100 percent, totally dark.The two men had removed their scarves and tissues by the time Ingehad done the same thing to herself, and she kept the two men therelong enough for them to check and make sure she was not cheating.Once they were satisfied that Inge could not see any light, she began. She sat down on a straight-back chair with her feet flat on thefloor and asked if anyone in the room had a photo in a wallet orpurse that she could use. One woman took a photo from her purseand gave it to Inge.

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Inge immediately turned the photo to face right side up. Her fin-gertips raced over the surface of the photo for about three seconds,and then she began to describe it to the group as if she had "seen"what it showed. It was a photo of a living room, where four peoplewere sitting on a couch. A large picture was hanging on the wallbehind the couch and there was not much else. It was an ordinary,normal photo. Inge asked, "Would you like me to tell you anything about thepeople or the house?" This also was something unexpected. Thewoman who had given Inge the photo asked about the people andInge stated their names and, if I remember correctly, their ages. Thewoman was surprised that Inge could know such things and thenasked her if she could move through her house. "I am going down the hallway to the right. The first door on theleft is your bedroom." Inge "went" into the bedroom and describedthe entire room exactly, even telling the woman what was on hernightstand. She then "went" across the hall to the bathroom andagain described the room perfectly. The woman was amazed andverified that it was correct. At that point, one of the two skeptics jumped out of his seat andbegan to claim that the whole thing was a hoax and that he was goingto prove it. He reached into his back pocket to find his wallet, pulledout his drivers license and handed it to Inge upside down and back-wards and asked, "Okay, what is this?" Without hesitation, Inge turned the license around and faced it inthe right direction. "This is your drivers license, what do you want to know?" The man said, "Read me the number." And Inge read thenumber, his address and other basic information off his license. Hestill was not convinced. He said to Inge, "Tell me something that only I know and then I will believe you." With a small smile, Inge responded, "You are herewith your girlfriend, but you have another girlfriend at home, and hername is . . ." (Inge gave her name to the audience), "and you have

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been secretly keeping the two apart so they dont know about eachother." The young man ripped the drivers license out of Ingeshands and walked back to his girlfriend who was upset after this rev-elation. He didnt say another word. Inge continued to demonstrate her abilities until it was downrightobvious that her abilities went far beyond simply seeing what was inthe photos she was holding in her hands. She could even give thenames of the persons who took the photos and what they were wear-ing or thinking at the moment they pressed the shutter. We all won-dered about what we had witnessed. It was real, but how could itbe? What was going on? (Through Inge I discovered that there are two schools near MexicoCity that are devoted to teaching children how to "see" with differ-ent parts of their bodies as well as other psychic abilities. Inge knewof at least one thousand Mexican children who could see and knowin her special way.) Inge and her mother, Emma, traveled to visit my family and me inArizona for a few days. We decided to try some psychic tests, and itwas fun exploring human potential so directly. What many peoplethought was make-believe, 1 was actually witnessing and so were mytwo children, Mia and Marlee, who were seven and eight years old atthe time. Mia had been quietly watching Inge "see" without her eyes forseveral hours. Finally she couldnt hold back any longer and shesaid, "I want to do what you are doing, too, please." Inge turned toher, looked into her eyes and said, "Mia, everyone can do this.Would you like to see like I do?" Mia jumped up and down, full of excitement: "Yes, yes, yes!" SoInge took her blindfold with the folded tissues and carefully putthem on Mia. She kept asking Mia if she could see anything and keptadjusting until Mia said that it was completely dark.

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Then Inge thumbed through a stack of magazines for a few min-utes until she found just the right photo, a full-page spread of a rhi-noceros crossing a blue river that looked like it was taken in Africa.She put the magazine in Mias lap and placed her hands on the edgeof the photo to let her know where it was. Then she simply told Miato look into the darkness. After a few minutes, Inge asked Mia what she saw, and Mia said, "Icant see anything. Its all just black." Inge told her to keep looking.After about another five minutes, she moved closer to Mia and placedher fingers on Mias shoulder. Instantly, Mia exclaimed, "Inge, I cansee. Its a photograph of a rionossorus crossing a big, blue river!"Mia couldnt say it right, but we all knew what she was saying. It was clear that Mia could now "see" like Inge. I asked Inge if shehad touched Mias shoulder at a specific place. She confirmed thisand said that she believed shed become a sort of antenna for Mia sowhat she could "see." In the school where she learned how to do this,said Inge, they helped her "see" for the first time in the same manner. Another time, when Inge and I were just talking, I asked her whatit looked like inside her head when she was "seeing." For some rea-son, she hesitated, but I kept prodding her, until finally sheexplained, "Okay, but it is a little strange, and thats why I didntwant to talk about it. What I see is something like a TV screen, withlittle screens all around the outside of the screen in the center. Thelittle screens tell me about what is in the center screen." This was the last thing Id expected her to say. It hit me like acast-iron skillet over the head, and the memory of Mary Ann came flooding back into my thoughts. I knew exactly what Inge was talk-ing about, but Id never applied the idea of Mary Anns inner screento the superpsychic children. I couldnt talk for a few minutes. This meant I had to reanalyze everything I thought I knew about these children. Was it true? Did all superpsychic children see theMiner TV screen? According to Inge, at least the one thousand kidsin Mexico did.

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The Superpsychic Children in China During the time I was working with Inge Bardor, I was readingabout the research of Paul Dong and Thomas E. Rafill, who coau-thored the book Chinas Super Psychics. According to them, theChinese government tested over one hundred thousand childrenwho they had found to be super-psychics who could "see" withoutusing their eyes. The Chinese government had set up schools to accept these chil-dren, when they found them, into special training. Actually, theywere both teaching and studying the children in order to understandthis great mystery that was unfolding before their eyes. Mr. Dong reports how these Chinese children were performingincredible feats of psychic abilities while government scientists studiedand controlled each experiment to make sure there was no deception. Here is an example of one such experiment: A bare table was setup in an open area; video cameras were at the ready to record theexperiment; and trained scientists were there to monitor any and allmovement. One of the scientists placed a sealed and unopened bot-tle of pills, like vitamins, in the center of the table and a coin or some-thing small like that, perhaps a rock, toward the edge of the table. Asmall child would approach the table but would not get very close, tomake sure he or she could not touch anything. With the childs psy-chic abilities, the pills would pass through the wall of the glass bottleand end up on the table top. Then the other object, the coin or thesmall rock that was sitting at the edge of the table, would float over tothe empty but still sealed bottle and pass right through the glass wall,to be found inside the sealed bottle. This evidently is not too difficulta feat, since over five thousand Chinese children were able to per-form this experiment under government scrutiny. One little six-year-old Chinese girl gave an unusual demonstration ofher psychic abilities, with thousands of people in the audience. Beforeentering the theater, each person was given a rosebud on a stem withleaves. Then the little girl would enter the stage, wave her hands and all

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the rosebuds in the room would open and become fully mature rosesin just a few minutes. If this is a trick, it is a really good one. There were many different kinds of demonstrations of these chil-drens abilities, but the bottom line was pretty easy to understand: Something extraordinary was taking place in China and in Mexico. Sow I had to find out whether this was a planetwide phenomenon or whether it was restricted to these two countries. Since both Mary Ann and Inge used the same inner screen to see, Ihad to ask Paul Dong, who had studied these children extensively,about the superpsychic children in China. (Since 1985, there has beenextensive research in China around die idea of higher consciousnessand psychic phenomena in children that has made its way into suchprestigious science magazines as Nature Journal and many odiers. Thisis something that has been well researched and documented.) I telephoned Paul in California, where he was living. We talked forabout two hours, and toward the end of the conversation I askedhim the question that I was so anxious to find out about: "Paul, whatdo the Chinese superpsychic children see when they have their eyesclosed? I mean, what do they see in their minds?" Paul started acting like Inge had when Id asked her, saying that itwas a little strange and changing the subject. Finally, after at least tenminutes of prodding, Paul ventured to say, "Drunvalo, I have neverseen what they see, but the children tell me they see some kind of aninner TV screen on which the images come to them." I immediatelyasked if there were smaller TV screens around the outer edge of acentral screen. Paul said that he didnt know about that; the childrenhad never told him. So now I knew that the Chinese psychic children also saw somekind of TV screen, but I wasnt sure if it was the same. Yes, mis was veryexciting. Perhaps what Id stumbled upon really was a universal phe-nomenon, and I was now even more determined to find out the truth.

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The International Academy of Human Development near Moscow One of the Russian reporters and writers of the spiritual webzineThe Spirit of Maat, Kostya Kovalenko, had read one of my articlesabout the superpsychic children and the inner screen, and he told me that there was a psychic school, near Moscow where children aretaught to see the inner screen and then to take it even further. Theschool was making some very powerful claims that, if true, wouldultimately change the world forever. Not only could these children see the inner screen and see with-out using their eyes, they could even simply hold a book for a fewminutes and the entire book would show up on their inner screen.Once there, the children could scroll through the pages like on acomputer and read and see all the text and photographs that are in the original book. Further, the children would immediately know the contents of the entire book. The man who started and runs this school, which is called theInternational Academy of Human Development, is ViacheslavBronnikov The fame and achievements of the school had evidentlyreached Washington D.C., as Hillary Clinton, during her husbandsadministration, traveled to Moscow to observe the school firsthand.Did she learn anything? Perhaps thats how she became Senator ofNew York! Over the next few months, Kostya told me of two more schools inRussia that were teaching a similar psychic idea but using differentteaching methods. It was then that I began to realize that I was onto something that was much bigger than I had originally thought. In 1999,1 went to Moscow myself and was taken to the Kremlinto speak to the Russian Academy of Sciences in Moscow about thehuman lightbody, the Mer-Ka-Ba. While there 1 asked about thesuperpsychic children, and members of the Academy admitted tome that there were thousands of these children in Russia and thatmany are now about thirty years old. The Russian government has

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known about the superpsychics for about the same length of time asthe Chinese government, since the early 1970s. What an awakening!And I had first thought Mary Ann was just a fluke. Jimmy Twyman and the Superpsychic Children of Bulgaria Most of you know James Twyman, who is often called the "PeaceTroubadour." He has been traveling around the world singing songsof peace. Several times when Jimmy sang his peace songs, majormovements between governments to find peace began. 1 met JamesTwyman when he came to my home with Gregg Braden, an oldfriend, about two years ago. We talked about the superpsychic chil-dren, but at that time Jimmy had no knowledge of or experience withthese children. And time went by. Then, in a single day, Jimmy was drawn into the lives of superpsy-chic children. He was giving a talk to a small group of people insomebodys home. Only adults were initially present, but not longinto Jimmys talk, a young boy of about twelve years of age appearedin the room and sat up front next to Jimmy as he was speaking. The young boy caught Jimmys attention, and after a while hefound himself giving his lecture directly to the boy. Afterwards thetwo of them got into a conversation, during which Marcos, the youngboy, did something to Jimmy and he saw the inner screen. Jimmyhad never seen anything like this before, but he remembered what Ihad told him and so he called me later that evening to discuss thisextraordinary event. This humble beginning led Jimmy into an amazing adventure,which he describes in his book called Emissary of Love. He writesabout how he went to Bulgaria, where Marcos was from, and even-tually found a monastery high up in the mountains where the monkswere training children to see the inner screen and to see with differ-ent parts of their bodies. These children from Bulgaria are now speaking with Jimmy tele-pathically about how the world can come to peace. Their primary

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message is that peace lives within each of us and that we are in truthemissaries of love. And from this understanding they want to ask usone question: "If we see ourselves as emissaries of love, then how dowe live our lives, knowing this truth?" And they tell us, "Begin now." It was slowly becoming clear to me that somehow seeing in dark-ness was a fact, though 1 still didnt really understand it. 1 was learn-ing that we can see with light using our eyes and our mind, or we cansee with another part of ourselves using darkness; 1 was learning thatwe can even see and know far more than just the surface of things.Where this was leading, 1 really didnt know, but Id always trustedin Great Spirit and knew that everything is whole, complete and per-fect just as it is. I knew that 1 just had to wait and keep my aware-ness open and the truth would reveal itself.

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Immediately I turned to him and inquired, "Well, where did youlearn to speak English with a Californian accent so perfectly?" Hisreply shook me to my bones. "Oh, I just learned it about threeweeks ago. My tribe taught me." My curiosity jumped into aware-ness. "What!? You learned perfect English in less than a month?""Yes, it was easy." Then, before I could rebound from his incredible statement, hesaid, "Do you remember Macki Ruka? He sent me to you." I hadalmost completely forgotten Macki Rukas promise to send someoneto me, so this caught me completely off guard; I couldnt even say,"Youre kidding me." And that would have been ridiculous anyway.No one could come up with those words about having been sent byMacki Ruka unless they were true. No one knew, except me. Instantly I realized that I was in the midst of a deeply spiritualexperience; the energy in my body changed. I turned to him andasked, "How did you find me?" His reply was so obvious, "Easy, Ifollowed my heart." After a pause he continued, "Actually, I first had to go to the Hopi.I was instructed that my tribe and the Hopi were to share propheciesand I was elected to go to them. Afterwards I was told to find you.I went straight to the Hopi. Can I tell you what happened there?" Asif I was going to stop him! He told me a story that few would believe,but I tell you, this is exactly what he said: He adjusted himself in the seat of the old truck and turned slightlytoward me. "I arrived at Third Mesa late at night. But they [theHopi] somehow knew I was coming, and a place for me to stay wasprepared. The next day they took me into one of their kivas and keptme there for three days and nights. We were in complete darkness. "To convey simple requests, they spoke Spanish, which I alsoknow, but mostly they spoke to me in visions and images, revealingtheir prophesies. 1 related back to them our truths about what thefuture will hold. Then, on the third night, they handed me an oldclay pot and asked me what I felt about it.

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hile all these experiences around the superpsychic chil- dren were occurring in my life, another related strandthreaded its way into my study of seeing in darkness. It was verysubtle but ultimately paramount to the experience of where all thiswas leading—the secret, hidden place within the heart that gener-ated these incredible images the children were seeing and gave themtheir knowledge. Slowly, indigenous tribes from all over the world came forth with yetanother piece of the great mystery, nudging me to remember somethingancient about my spirit. Members of many tribes told me they werehoping that through me, change would begin within the technologicalworld that would lead to world peace and environmental balance. Aboriginal Elders Share Their Energy In the mid 1990s, I was asked to talk at the Dolphin & WhaleConference in Australia. I arrived in Queensland to be immersed inthe beauty of this land with its Great Barrier Reef, which is over onethousand miles long. What a fantastic place to be alive in! Hundreds of people from all over the world were there to discussdolphins and whales, but also to talk about related subjects, like theworlds environment. (Obviously, the dolphins and whales and therest of life are not going to survive unless we humans change ourcourse in how we are living.) I was at that time experimenting with the R-2s and had finally dis-covered that a single person, connected to Mother Earth, couldchange the environment by using his or her lightbody, or the Mer-Ka-Ba. I was very excited about this concept, and when it was my turnon stage, knowing who my audience was, I spoke about it from avery personal point of view. I emphasized that our thoughts andemotions can create the world around us and that by staying con-nected to Mother Earth within the heart, all things were possible—even cleaning the environment with only the human lightbody.

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At the end of my talk, I stepped off the stage, walked to the backof the room and waited to hear the next speaker. But 1 was inter-cepted by a group of five or six elderly Aboriginal men. Theymotioned for me to come over to their circle, which I did withoutthinking much about it. These old men took me in their midst and told me that I was thefirst white man they had ever heard speak the truth as they knew it.They told me how Mother Earth provided everything to them with-out their having to struggle, that the world was just light and thathuman consciousness was more than whites usually understand.(They consider us a mutation of their consciousness, just babies whoare still learning about the outer world.) The old men told me thatthey were going to support me while I was in Australia if I agreed toallow their help. I didnt really understand what they meant by"support," but of course I agreed—after all, they truly are our elders. After that I decided to speak in other Australian cities, such asBrisbane, Melbourne and Sydney. And each time when I began mytalk, I would look out into the audience and there would be these oldmen sitting in the back of the room in a circle, chanting softly. Someof my audiences consisted of well over a thousand people, but theenergies coming from these old men were so strong I could feel themalmost pulsating in the room. I dont know how they found me oreven how they were able to travel these great distances since theydidnt own cars, but they were always there. They told me one last thing before I left their circle at the Dolphin& Whale Conference: "Remember the darkness and the heart whenyou create." At that time, it meant nothing to me. _ The Power of a Maori Prayer Coming from the Heart Soon after I returned home from Australia, the spiritual leader ofthe Waitaha Maori, the indigenous people of New Zealand, asked mefor permission to come to my home in America and talk with me.Macki Ruka made this request through Mary Thunder, a Native

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American elder who called me and drove him to my home. This waspretty interesting, since Id had no contact with these people, butthere was no way 1 was going to turn him down, even though 1 hadno idea why he wanted to talk with me. Mary Thunder broughtMacki Ruka to my home along with several of his assistants. Mary isa wonderful grandmother of the Cheyenne tribe, and we haveremained friends ever since. Macki Ruka was an impressive man weighing about three hundredand fifty pounds. He brought several young men from his tribe withhim to carry all the sacred ceremonial items he felt were necessary forhis visit with me. Some of these items weighed over a hundred pounds!1 cant remember exacdy what they were except they were very heavy asit sometimes took more than one person to move them. The ceremo-nial articles were placed all around us as we began to speak. Our conversation soon led into a discussion about the survival ofthe world and how we, members of modem civilization, needed toremember the old wisdom to survive. He said clearly that there wereforms of communication that, if remembered, would change every-thing in the world. For some reason, it was clear that this was his pri-mary message. We talked for about four hours about many subjects,but before he left, he told me that he was going to send someonefrom his tribe to me and for me to wait for this person. 1 didntunderstand why he was doing this, either, but I agreed. A few years later 1 was living with my family in Arizona and wewere in the middle of a move from Sedona to Cave Creek. I hadrented a moving van and was struggling to lift box after box into thevan. (You would not believe how much stuff 1 had acquired once 1was married. When we met, Claudette had a house full of everythingnecessary for life and so did I.) As 1 was slowly trudging back and forth between our home andthe van, moving more and more stuff out of the house and loading it

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up, a young man I had never seen before walked up to me. "Hi," hegreeted me. "Do you need help loading your truck?" He was abouttwenty-eight years old and spoke with a perfect Californian accent.He wore old blue jeans and a clean white tee shirt and a big smile. Asa matter of fact, he could have been one of my neighbors back whenI lived in California as a child and young adult. I told him, "No, thats okay. I dont have too much left."Actually, I really did need his help, but 1 didnt want to impose uponhis friendliness. He looked me straight in the eyes and from his heartgently insisted, "Really, 1 have nothing to do and I would enjoy help-ing you." How could I refuse? So we began to work. He didnt have much to say but seemed tosimply focus on the work and do it. And so, in near silence, weworked together. When the truck was fully packed, I thanked himand asked if there was anything I could do for him. He said, "No,but I really would like to help you unload your truck at your newhome. Is that okay?" I couldnt believe such generosity. "No, thats too much to ask. Butthank you for everything youve done." And again he looked into myeyes and said, "Please, let me help you. You need my help, and I haveabsolutely nothing else to do. Really, its okay." Somehow I began tofeel like I knew him from somewhere. He felt like a brother in my hean,and so I surrendered to his plea. "Okay, jump in. But youre crazy." It was a two-and-a-half hour drive to our new home, so there wasample opportunity to ask him many questions about himself. Whenhed helped me load, hed said almost nothing about himself, butnow he was held captive in this old, rented truck. We were barely outside Sedona when I asked were he was from. Iexpected him to answer "California," but instead he said, "From NewZealand." No further explanation. I looked at him, surprised. "Ithought you were from California. Did you live there for a while?"Without looking at me, he replied, "No, this is the first time Ive everbeen to America. I arrived about two weeks ago."

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Immediately I turned to him and inquired, "Well, where did youlearn to speak English with a Californian accent so perfectly?" Hisreply shook me to my bones. "Oh, I just learned it about threeweeks ago. My tribe taught me." My curiosity jumped into aware-ness. "What!? You learned perfect English in less than a month?""Yes, it was easy." Then, before I could rebound from his incredible statement, hesaid, "Do you remember Macki Ruka? He sent me to you." I hadalmost completely forgotten Macki Rukas promise to send someoneto me, so this caught me completely off guard; I couldnt even say,"Youre kidding me." And that would have been ridiculous anyway.No one could come up with those words about having been sent byMacki Ruka unless they were true. No one knew, except me. Instantly I realized that I was in the midst of a deeply spiritualexperience; the energy in my body changed. I turned to him andasked, "How did you find me?" His reply was so obvious, "Easy, 1followed my heart." After a pause he continued, "Actually, I first had to go to the Hopi.I was instructed that my tribe and the Hopi were to share propheciesand I was elected to go to them. Afterwards I was told to find you.I went straight to the Hopi. Can I tell you what happened there?" Asif I was going to stop him! He told me a story that few would believe,but I tell you, this is exactly what he said: He adjusted himself in the seat of the old truck and turned slightlytoward me. "I arrived at Third Mesa late at night. But they [theHopi] somehow knew I was coming, and a place for me to stay wasprepared. The next day they took me into one of their kivas and keptme there for three days and nights. We were in complete darkness. "To convey simple requests, they spoke Spanish, which I alsoknow, but mostly they spoke to me in visions and images, revealingtheir prophesies. 1 related back to them our truths about what thefuture will hold. Then, on the third night, they handed me an oldclay pot and asked me what I felt about it.

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"Really, at first it meant nothing to me, but after holding it for a few hours, a wave of knowing came over me and a tremendous vision followed. I could see that 1 used to be Hopi hundreds of years ago and that 1 was the person who had made this pot. 1 also remembered that I had placed an image into the pot for myself to remember hun- dreds of years into the future. "In this vision I remembered everything about myself and my life living with the Hopi. It was so satisfying and so amazing to remem- her everything. I also instantly remembered how to speak the Hopi language. From that moment on we only, spoke Hopi. That was three days ago." What can you say to something like that? After a pause 1 asked, "Could you tell me what was shared in the prophecies?" He looked at me like he really wanted to, but he answered, "Im sorry, but Im not allowed to talk about the prophecies with anyone." And so the conversation drifted to his ordinary experiences in the States since his arrival. He thought this was an unusual place to live. He felt we were too far removed from nature and reality, and TV he considered to be "mind masturbation." Soon we arrived at our destination and pulled the truck to a stop in our new driveway. Again, he spoke little and worked hard as we unloaded our things. When we were finished, he asked per- mission to perform a ceremony on the new land before we returned to Sedona. In time this ceremony turned out to be a grand lesson in the power of prayer, especially when this prayer comes from the heart. The land we had purchased was of a near-perfect pentagon shape. My Maori friend asked if he could pray at each of the five points, and of course I gave him my permission. Together we went to each of the points and he prayed with deep reverence: "Beloved Creator, please hear my prayer for my friend Drunvalo." He continued asking thatall the animals would find refuge on this land; that everyone who lived here would be healthy, happy and never get hurt; and finally

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that no one would ever take this land from me. There was more inhis words, but this was the essence. Soon afterward we returned to Sedona where he gave me a big hug,looked into my eyes for one last time and left. I never saw him again. When we moved into our new home, my wife and 1 noticed thatanimals were sleeping all over our land. We only had one acre andabout half of that was walled in for the house. But as little room asthere was, animals who normally would not be near one another,such as deer, javelinas and coyotes, slept in close proximity. In fact,coyotes usually sleep inside the Earth, but not here—they wouldsleep only a few feet from each other. We often laughed about theMaori prayer that brought so many different kinds of animals to us.And even though there were vast numbers of scorpions, ratdesnakesand Gila monsters all over our land, no one was ever bitten or hurt. After about three and a half years, we decided to move to anotherhome. Our house was located in an extremely popular area and therealtor had utmost confidence that our house would sell in twoweeks and definitely within thirty days. But after almost a year andhundreds of prospective buyers we still had not sold our beautifulhouse. We didnt know what to do. One night Claudette woke up out of a dream and said, "Drunvalo,remember what the Maori said, that no one would take our properly?We must break this prayer or our home will never be sold." The nextday, together, we went to each of the five points on the land andprayed to change the Maoris words. Our house sold five days later. The Kogi Experience It was with the Kogi that my experiences with indigenous peoplesbegan to manifest more than just lessons in spirituality and humanpotential. What they taught and showed me illuminated the spiritualidea of being able to see within darkness. Without their help, 1 mightnever have found this secret space within the heart. For their lovingassistance, 1 will forever be indebted to them.

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I had just finished an Earth/Sky workshop in Maryland, U.S.,when a young white man approached me and said that he was sentby the Maya of Guatemala to give me a message from the Kogi tribeof the Sierra Nevada Mountains of Colombia, South America. I lis-tened to him, but I had never heard of the Kogi tribe. He explained that the Kogi were one of the few tribes who mostlyescaped the Spanish Inquisition in the 1500s, by moving high upinto the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta. There they were inaccessibleand therefore able to maintain some of their original culture and reli-gious beliefs. Even now, they live almost the same way they did athousand years ago. Within their tribe is a group called the Mamas, who the Kogibelieve are not really human but part of the Earths consciousnessmat maintains the balance of the worlds ecological system. TheKogi believe that without the Mamas, the Earth would die. The Mamas are also the religious leaders of the Kogi tribe andare respected in the same way Jesus is respected by the Christiansor Mohammed by Muslims. According to the young man whowas telling me this story, the Mamas are able to see in completedarkness, and they watch over the world with their inner visionand their intimate connection to Mother Earth, who they callAluna.

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What is incredibly interesting is that when a baby who is or willbecome a Mama is discovered within the Kogi tribe, it is taken to anunusual place for special training and upbringing. In the old days,this was a completely dark cave, but today the baby is taken to a spe-cial building constructed of all natural materials where no light canenter. In almost complete darkness, this special baby will be fed onlywhite foods while it grows up and will be given just enough light soas not to go blind. The baby also receives a most unusual spiritualtraining. For nine years this baby remains in complete darkness,learning to see without using the eyes, just like the superpsychic chil-dren who are emerging around the world. At nine years of age, theyoung child is brought out into the light to learn how to see with theeyes. What an experience that must be! Can you imagine what itmust be like to see this incredible planet for the first time whenyoure nine years old? The young man who was telling me about the Kogi and theMamas began to tell me another story, about why he was sent to me.He said that the Kogi Mamas were not only able to see anyplace inthe world, but they could also see into the future, just like the Hopi,the Maori and many other indigenous tribes around the world. Hesaid that the Kogi Mamas had never been wrong in their predictionsabout the future in their entire history.

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According to the Kogi Mamas, by the last solar eclipse of the twen-tieth century, on August 11, 1999, all the techno-cultural peoples ofthe world should have gone to another dimension of the Earths con-sciousness, leaving behind the indigenous and natural peoples of theworld to inherit the physical planet. (This is reminiscent of theBibles words that the "meek shall inherit the earth." This predictionis also very similar to what Edgar Cayce, the "sleeping prophet," said,that by the winter of 1998 the poles of the Earth would shift and anenormous change would happen on Earth. Many New Age peoplethought this meant that most of the consciousness of the worldwould move into the fourth dimension.) The young man moved closer to me as if to emphasize what hewas about to tell me. He lowered his voice and whispered, "OnAugust 12, 1999, the Kogi Mamas saw that we, the techno-culture,were still here on Earth. They went into deep meditation to see why,since this was the first time in their long history that one of their pre-dictions didnt come true." According to him, there in the darkness the Kogi Mamas couldsee lights all over the surface of the planet—and they had not beenthere before. In investigating these lights, the Mamas found thatthey were the lights of people who had learned about their lightbod-des. which in ancient times were called "Mer-Ka-Bas." It was theMamas belief that these people with their lightbodies had changedthe course of history. As a teacher of the science of the Mer-Ka-Ba, I know that once weremember our Mer-Ka-Ba, we can, with certain training, alter theexternal world by what we think and feel. According to the KogiMamas, some of us did change the outer world so much that a newreality was created. And this was something the Kogi Mamas had notseen, because it originated in the future, not in the past. Of course,if this is true, it begins to reveal an even deeper level of the nature ofhuman potential. (Just so you know, the Kogi Mamas hadnt thoughtwe knew how to use this ability within us.)

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Here is an interesting piece of information. The United States AirForce had contacted me when I was working on clearing up air pol-lution, first with the R-2 and then using my Mer-Ka-Ba, and in per-sonal discussions, they revealed something very interesting. Many ofmy Mer-Ka-Ba students have been telling me—and I myself haveseen this—that the moment they activated their Mer-Ka-Ba for thefirst time, they sometimes found themselves surrounded by blackhelicopters. And often the helicopters simply would not go away butfollow them around and stay with them for weeks or even months. Amajor in the Air Force told me that as the Mer-Ka-Ba disk expands,one person in his or her Mer-Ka-Ba field puts out about the sameenergy (magnetic pulse) as a city of about fifteen thousand people.She said that their satellites could see a persons lightbody and showthe image on the Air Forces computer screens. For several years thiscaused a huge concern in the U.S. military, but now they understandthat this is simply part of the new consciousness that is unfolding onEarth at this time. So if the U.S. Air Force can "see" the Mer-Ka-Bafield, why not the Kogi Mamas? The young man looked at me innocently and said, "The KogiMamas wish to thank you for teaching about the Mer-Ka-Ba andchanging the world in the process." He then handed me a smallpackage of tobacco wrapped in a bright red cotton cloth as a giftfrom the Mamas to show their appreciation. I was not prepared forthis unexpected ceremony, so I glanced around and gave him a redrose from a nearby flower arrangement to give back to the Mamas.And then it was over. After hed left, I thought about mis experience for a while, but I soonforgot about the Kogi as my thoughts returned to the familiar world ofmy life. I never thought that I would ever hear from them again. A couple of months went by and after yet another workshop, thissame man approached me, again with a message from the KogiMamas. He said that the Kogi Mamas wanted to meet with me andteach me the "language that has no words." He then told me that it